I vividly remember when I hated Mother’s Day. I truly wanted to hide under a rock and not come out until it was all over. I so desperately wanted to be called “Mom”, and yet, the universe had other plans for me. My mother felt my suffering, and so I…

if i contemplate the world i see big trees and deep valleys I see pink skies and gray days i see mirages of people the blur of broken spirits i see cruelty and poetry i see me standing on the edge of cliff reaching out and yet nothing is there no one to catch me and people are falling almost…

some people leave and yet stay in some way they are near and yet so far away nothing is as lonely as words not heard hearts that don’t melt and familiar eyes that do not see in a world of atrocities the leaves need a branch to anchor to and we need a sense of certainty a heart that never disappears at…

to not be a person plagued with depression true darkness is living with someone who does everyday is gloom no one notices the sun pouring into the room the possibilities to laugh to feel joy getting up becomes a hard thing to do everyday is like the one before the same ceiling the same floor the heart is a…

i really don’t care if anyone remembers me or how many people care to know me i just want the earth to recognize my touch my nurturing of the beauty in all things i want the bluebird to know that i too will watch over her babes in the tiny…

Yesterday, I thought about the passage of time, the changing of the guard, the yardstick of life. I was driving through neighborhoods and down streets in my old hometown. It’s funny how I used to know who lived in almost every house. I remember how to find their kitchens and…

a place on a rooftop from where i might gaze at everything living alive below me from where i can look so very far away just to imagine how things got this way the sonder that feels a little off color a hint of dismay a tad of too much gray looks a very different way from way up high where…

i have felt restless all of my life is it unrecognized dreams a broken heart or an unfriendly world that tears everything apart where luck is bought and privilege is given where answers are questions and broken is never ever forgiven and so i pull upon my golden ribbon it…

Today is my birthday. What I have learned in my life is the reality that we live in this world alone. We come into the world and go out of the world solo. Faces surround us upon arrival and departure, some will hold our spirits sacred, others, not so much…